"Pull for that place," Dick ordered. In a few minutes the canoe was drawn up along the shore so that Dick could step on land. "You'd better come with me, Tom," said Prescott. "And I'm the nifty little boat-tender who stays here and dozes in the shade?" asked Danny Grin, with a grimace. "Are you good and strong this morning?" queried Dick, with a smile. "Strong enough to walk, anyway," Dan retorted. "Then perhaps you're strong enough to paddle back across the lake and bring over two more fellows. Then, when you get back here, leave one of the pair here in the canoe, and we will get them to keep it a hundred feet or more off shore. We don't want our craft destroyed. And be sure, Dan, that the fellow who stays behind on the other side of the lake understands that he's to stick right by the camp and watch it for all he's worth." "I've got my orders," clicked Danny Grin, with a mock salute. "Then let's see how well you can paddle alone." Dalzell gave a few swift, strong turns of the paddle that sent the light canvas canoe darting over the water. "Now, come along," urged Tom. "I'm anxious to get busy this morning." First of all, the two high school boys walked up the lake shore for some distance, keeping their eyes wide open and all their senses on the alert. Then, returning, they walked for a considerable distance down the shore. "There are our reinforcements coming," announced Tom, pointing across the lake. "Danny and his load will be here within fifteen minutes." "We'll wait for the other fellows, before going away from the shore," Dick proposed. "If we started now they wouldn't know where to find us." Returning to the landing place, Dick silently waved his hat until he caught the attention of Dave Darrin, seated in the bow of the canoe, who answered the signal just as silently. Presently the craft came up to the shore. "Who's going to stay in the canoe?" Dick inquired. "I am," Harry Hazelton declared dolefully. "We drew lots on the other side. Greg drew the shortest twig, so he had to stay at the camp. I got the next shortest twig, so my job is boat-tender." Dave and Dan stepped ashore. Heaving a sigh, Harry paddled out on the lake some hundred and fifty feet from land. "Now, how are we going to beat up the country on this fine July morning?" Tom wanted to know. Dick stood looking at the surrounding ground.